Chapter 230

Andre had rushed over the instant he got Pole's call, his companion trailing behind him. He rushed into the club and immediately found Pole holding Cross back from jumping at the young man who was struggling to stand from the floor.

"Damn," he muttered and hurried over.

"What happened here?" He asked, helping the poor guy stand up from the floor, and then turned to face Cross with a frown. 

"Why did you touch him? He called me a good-for-nothing spoiled brat. I had to show him how bratty I can be," Cross said, smirking.

"Thank God you're here, hold him, he's yours, not mine. I'm not getting paid to babysit a grown-ass man," Pole said and pushed Cross toward Andre.

"Hey, easy, you're hurting me," Cross glared at Pole as he willingly went into Andre's arms.

"Thank you, Pole," Andre said to Pole, holding Cross's arm.

"Take the man away. He's never to be allowed in here," Ida arrived with two bouncers who immediately carried the beat-up man out of the club.

He faced Cross with a hard frown, "You should know better than to get in a fight, Cross." Ida said.

Cross scoffed, "Don't speak to me." He hugged Andre's arm, smiling.

Andre sighed, "I'm sorry, Ida. I'll just take him away." He said and turned Cross away from Ida.

It was better to get him out of there, Ida didn't look to be in the mood to tolerate Cross's brattiness. 

As Cross let Andre pull him out of the club, he noticed a man following Andre behind. 

He suddenly paused as they were about to walk through the door. 

"What's the problem? Come on, let's go," Andre gently tugged Cross's arm but he refused to move.

"Who's he?" Cross asked, pointing at the young man behind Andre. 

Andre sighed, "This is Tony. Tony, this is Cross." He introduced.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Tony extended his hand to Cross.

Cross laced his fingers with Andre's, "I'm not asking for his name, I'm asking who he is to you." He demanded, swaying as he stood.

"Come on, you need to sleep. You've had too much to drink," Andre ignored his question and pulled Cross out of the club and toward an elevator. 

"Um, Andre," Tony called, pausing in front of the elevator. 

"Yes? You can come with us, I'll just take him to the room and we can leave -"

"Leave me again? Not happening," Cross hugged Andre's side, placing his head on his arm.

"Can you stop this?" Andre asked, gently pushing Cross away from him.

"Um, I don't want to interfere, but if he's your boyfriend or someone you like, I'll be on my way. I don't get down with someone committed. Is he your boyfriend?" Tony asked.

"Yes!" Cross glared at Tony, hugging Andre again.

"What is wrong with you?" Andre snapped at Cross.

Cross simply chuckled, blowing an air kiss to Andre. 

Tony took a step back, "Then, I'll get going. I fancied you, and I thought we could have some fun tonight, but it's alright. I'll see you around." He smiled and left.

"Damn it... What is wrong with you?" Andre frowned at Cross, angry. 

Cross pouted, "Don't be mad, let's go to our room." He giggled. 

Andre didn't move, he stood glaring at Cross.

He didn't know what to do with him. After avoiding him for a whole day, he somehow managed to still get in the middle of his plan and ruin it.

"Fine, if you don't want to take me up, I'll just head back to the Club," Cross said and stepped forward.

"Get back here, you frustrating human," Andre caught Cross's arm and dragged him into the elevator. 

"Easy, my head is hurting," Cross hugged Andre's arm again, laying his head on his shoulder. 

Andre was pissed, he couldn't believe Cross just cock-blocked him.

Did he have to go and fight just when he was about to conclude something with Tony? 

"Come on," he pulled Cross out and toward their room.

He kind of hoped Tony would still be hanging around, he needed to release some steam tonight, Cross was frustrating the life out of him.

"Get in, go to bed, sleep," Andre pushed Cross into the room and was about to close the door when he felt his hand being grabbed.

Cross pulled him into the room and locked the door, "You're not leaving me again, Andre. You left me all day for that scrawny-looking dude," Cross whined and pulled Andre to the bed.

"You're sleeping here, with me," Cross said, sitting down and tapping the space beside him.

"He's fucking drunk, too," Andre sighed and raked his hair.

"Just sleep," Andre said to Cross.

"No! Come here," Cross pulled Andre down beside him, glaring at him. 

"Don't overdo it, Cross. You've really upset me tonight," Andre warned with a frown. 

Cross furrowed his brows, "Upset you? Because of that ugly Tony? Come on, you can do better than that. Was that why you left me? For him?"  Cross placed his hand on Andre's knees, looking into his eyes.

Andre sighed. There was no way he was having a normal conversation with a drunk man.

"Cross, you need to -"

"No! Answer me! Why did you leave me alone the whole day? You left me to be with Tony. Your boss, my cousin, he asked you to take care of me, but you're not doing your job, you fucking left me, why?" Crossed tugged Andre's arm.

Andre shut his eyes for a few seconds to control his impatience and anger. Cross was starting to cross the line.

He gently held Cross's hand and steadied him, making him look into his eyes.

"Listen, Cross. I'm not your babysitter, okay? I have my life to live aside from training you and sharing a room with you. You... you've just made Tony leave, that's frustrating enough, so, please, don't frustrate me more," Andre calmly spoke, breathing steadily to control his emotions.

Cross sighed, "Forget about Tony, have fun with me, instead." His hand moved up Andre's thigh.

Andre felt like an electric current was passed through his body. The moment he felt Cross's hand on his thigh, he immediately slapped it away, blinking in shock.

"Don't ever do that again, Cross, are we clear?" Andre slowly shifted away from Cross, feeling his heart thudding loudly in his chest.

'What just happened?' He thought as he roamed his eyes around Cross's face.

Cross folded his arms on his chest, "You're so lame, a coward. You have someone as hot as me with you but do nothing about it. How pathetic." He said, scoffing.

Andre stood from the bed, clearing his throat. He had just noted something else: a drunk Cross was a dangerous Cross. He should be avoided while drunk, before he led someone into temptation; not himself, he was never letting himself fall into that trap, maybe for others' sake, he should always lock Cross up whenever he was drunk.

Cross stood, too, slowly stepping close to Andre who was moving backwards away from him.

"What do you say? I'm offering to make up for cock-blocking you," Cross smirked, slowly taking off his shirt and dropping it on the floor.

Andre gulped when his back met the wall, "What do you think you're doing, Cross? I swear I'll hit you if you take one more -"

"Go ahead, hit me," Cross placed his hands on the wall beside Andre's head.

Andre wanted to push Crosa away, but he knew the guy was drunk, any little force might lead him to fall to the floor and hurt himself. 

"You're quiet... Why? You still think I'm a kid? How about you let me prove to you that I'm not..." Cross's voice turned sultry, surprising Andre.

Andre never knew Cross could be that seductive. He was lost in the way Cross's silver eyes swirled with intense lust as they stared at his lips, his cheeks flushed.

"Woah, Stop!" Andre suddenly gasped, holding Cross's hand that was about to slide inside his pants. 

He held Cross's hand and stared into his eyes, "Please, stop. I'm begging you. I don't want to use force on you, I might hurt you. Just go to bed and sleep, you'll be fine by morning." He spoke calmly, ignoring the way his heart was beating excitedly.

To his surprise, Cross stepped back and walked back to the bed, he kicked off his shoes and climbed on the bed, burying his face on the pillow. 

Andre released a loud sigh, placing his hand on his chest.

'What the fuck...' He shook his head at himself. 

He stared at Cross and different thoughts ran through his mind.

Hadn't he imagined it last night? Did Cross really want to kiss him during the storm? Why was he affected by this silly game Cross was playing?

He shook his head and turned away. He needed to leave that room that night, he couldn't sleep in the same room as Cross at the moment. 

He hadn't even taken a step when he heard a sob. He paused, turning to look at Cross. 

He was shocked to see his shoulders shaking from crying.

"Huh?" He murmured and walked toward Cross. 

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked as he stood beside the bed.

Cross didn't respond, he kept his face buried in the pillow and continued to cry.

Andre was shocked. What could possibly get Cross to cry?

"Cross, are you okay?" Andre tried again and still got no reply.

Sighing, he lowered himself onto the bed and placed his hand on Cross's bare shoulder. 

"Leave me alone," Cross's voice was muffled by the pillow.

Andre gently massages Cross's shoulder, "Come on, Cross, why are you crying? Did I say something to upset you?" He asked tenderly.

Cross slowly sat up and faced Andre, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Damn, you're really crying. Was it something I did or said?" He tilted Cross's face up.

Cross bit his lips, "You hate me, right?" He sniffled.

Andre shook his head, "No, I don't. I was just a little upset with you, but I don't hate you." He replied. 

Cross's tears didn't stop falling, "You're lying. Everyone hates me, you even prefer that ugly Tony to me." He turned away from Andre. 

Andre chuckled, "Stop acting all cute, Cross, you'll regret it in the morning. Tony and you are different. I wanted to fuck to Tony, but you? I dare not. I respect you, you know, and I do like you, but not in that type of way." He explained. 

"Liar. Prove it," Cross locked his teary eyes with Andre's. 

"Huh?" Andre looked lost. 

Cross shifted closer and put his arm around Andre's shoulder, "Prove you don't like me in that way, and I'll let you go." He said lowly.

Andre sighed, "Here we go again. And I thought you were really sad," He removed Cross's hand from his shoulder. 

"I am sad. You see? You hate me so much... just like my family," Cross looked away. 

"Chill, Cross. No one hates you, your sister loves you, your family, too," Andre held Cross's hand as he recalled what Florence told him and what he witnessed last night during the storm.

Cross must have gone through something traumatic that made him think that no one loved him.

"Do you?" Cross asked in a small voice, raising his face to Andre.

"Do I?" Andre asked, confused.

"Do you love me, too?" Cross asked, staring expectantly at Andre.

Andre was surprised by that question, it was a very dicey one at the moment. If he said yes, Cross's horny side might misunderstand, if he said No, Cross's hurt and lonely side might depress more.

"Answer me, Andre, do you love me? I thought you were my friend," Cross sighed.

"Exactly, Cross. I do, as a friend. I like you as a friend. I've never thought of," He pointed his hand from Cross to himself, "Us in the other way. So, yeah, I do like you as a buddy... a bro. And, trust me, you do, too. It's just the alcohol making you think something else," Andre said, smiling.

"Speak for yourself," Cross shifted closer and pulled Andre close. 

"Um, what are you doing, Cross?" Andre asked, allowing Cross to pull him in.

"Prove you don't want me," Cross whispered. 

Andre frowned, "How?"

Cross's eyes fell on Andre's lips, frowning when he saw the bruise he had caused him in the morning. He slowly raised his hand and touched Andre's lips with his finger.

"Does it still hurt?" Cross asked, locking eyes with Andre as his thumb gently grazed his lips.

Andre shook his head, "I'm fine. Maybe you should sleep now, you look wrecked." He said and looked away from Cross's eyes.

"No. Prove you don't want me. Let me kiss your lips..." He dragged his thumb across Andre's lower lip, "And touch you..." he traced his hand down Andre's stomach, pausing on his waistband.

"If you don't get hard, I'll back off, yes?" He whispered. 

Andre chuckled, "No." He stood from the bed, "Go to sleep. I don't play stupid games." He told Cross and walked toward the door. 

"I'll be back when you're asleep, I need some air," Andre said before he left the room.

Cross wiped his tears and scoffed, falling back on the pillow. He stared at the ceiling for some time before he closed his eyes.

He could sense that Andre wanted him, but he was just being a coward; too scared to admit it.

He hated Andre's kind of person, always feeling righteous and shit. It wasn't a big deal to say what you feel. 

That's why Cross never got along with people, he always said what he felt without an apology. 

And Andre wasn't ready for what Cross had prepared for him. 

After an hour, Cross was already sleeping when he heard the faint sound of water running in the bathroom. He knew Andre was back.

He didn't move, he didn't want Andre to know he was awake, he might leave again. 

Soon, Andre walked out of the bathroom and climbed on his side of the bed, leaving the lights on for Cross's sake. 

He stared at Cross's sleeping form and sighed.

'How did we get here?' He thought.

One moment Cross was all distant and closed up, the moment he was becoming... this. Showing stubborn clinging signs.

He looked away and shut his eyes.

Mafia families were off-grid, especially Sebastian's own. Not happening. 

Slowly he fell asleep and was met with the most delicious dreams of his entire life.

A sweet wet dream. 

He could feel his cock being teased through his pants. The person touching him was such a tease, giving him fleeting touches around the head of his growing cock.

He moaned lowly, pushing his hips forward to meet that teasing hand. The hand indulged him, slipping inside his pants to trace the fingers along his length before wrapping itself around him and giving him a slow, sweet pumping. 

Andre slowly gasped, he was disappointed when he felt himself waking up just when he was close to the edge. However, when he opened his eyes, he realised that the pleasure kept building between his legs, and he could still feel the hand rubbing him.

With a panicked look, he looked down to find Cross's hand inside his pants. 

"Fuck..." he groaned and held Cross's hand, staring up at his face and realising that he was sleeping.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he panted as he slowly removed Cross's hand from his pants, quietly slipping into the bathroom.

The moment Andre left, Cross opened his eyes and stared at the slightly opened bathroom door. 

He raised his hand to his face and smirked as he stared at Andre's precum in his fingers, "So much for not wanting me." He murmured. 

He suddenly shut his eyes and bit his lip as he heard Andre's muffled groans. With his eyes closed, he slid the same hand he had masturbated Andre with inside his pants, listening to Andre's sexy groans and imagining how he was pleasuring himself inside the bathroom. 

He covered his hand over his mouth as moans threatened to escape his lips as he rubbed himself faster, going in sync with Andre's fastened groans. 

"Ah..." he gasped very quietly as he shot his cum in his pants at the same time he heard Andre's rough, and sensually grunts and moans.

He quickly opened his eyes and pulled tissue from the drawer to wipe himself clean, threw it in the trash, and got back in bed, willing his heart to calm down so that his breathing could return to normal. He wouldn't want Andre to suspect anything. 

He bit his lip as he thought of how big Andre's cock had felt in his hand. He couldn't wait to see it, to have it stroke him deep and slow... or hard, he didn't care. He couldn't wait to taste it.

He went still as he heard Andre walking out of the bathroom, he could hear how hard Andre was breathing. 

He felt Andre stand in front of him for a while before he walked over to his side and lay down.

"Fuck..." he head Andre's quiet murmur and smiled to himself. 

'Yes, Andre... I think I'm going with my initial plan,' Cross thought to himself, biting his lip.